Joan Xie Poems

Leaving home in the morning
I walk with the wind.
Tie my tongue to the dawn
For a song is already in the steps.
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Leaf Collector's day job is to sit behind a desk.
To calculate.
Like a treadmill calculating heart beats.
Can you calculate the coming days of winter?
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Annie' husband
Verizon
Prenuptial
Exhausting fume from subway
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We are down and out
Like rats out of their sleeping holes
After a long winter
It's easy for us crawling through life
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It is time.

Time for winds to flutter a flag.
Time for grass to repossess the grassless land.
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I was driving the Beetle
while you
on your motorcycle, following me
like a lightning bolt chasing
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So as we all know, animals never ask for a direction.

A lion never walks to another lion,
Hey, brother,
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The first leaf fell
An accident

A million leaves drift
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You brought me this morning
not a bittersweet mocha
but an over roast black.
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The process of fooling starts like this:

It pretends to be a void, an utter non-existence
or an intrinsic part of something, such as
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